She's The Boss

by M.G. Marquez

CHAPTER FOURTEEN

  MAGGIE

  One day, I woke up that I’m friends with a bunch of bastards (but not Fred) and I don’t know why.

  Theory No. 1: Shaving Fred’s eyebrows like a pedestrian lane made me look cool to them, but not to Fred. I love bullying him, which was Guji and Klein’s hobby as well.

  Theory No. 2: Making Guji’s grades as high as 2.12 GWA made me look cool to them, but not to Fred. He always thinks that his Boss should be less than that, because they’re equally stupid. I choked him to death and told him he’s the only one who’s stupid. Or,

  Theory No. 3: Running after their lives with my razor blade made me look cool to them, and they’re getting afraid of me.

  I’m betting in all of them, especially the third one.

  It’s a Saturday and I went to Guji’s house to get my laptop. And I regretted it five minutes ago.

  “Get me water,” he ordered me. “…in 5, 4, 3…”

  “OKAY FINE! I’ll get it,” I ran as fast as I can to the kitchen while keeping my laptop to my chest. I don’t want to put it down because if ever I got the chance to sneak out of this freaking house, I would. That bastard is blocking the door that’s why I couldn’t get out.

  I asked Hana to give me water, and she gave me a glass of it. I gave it to Guji, but he just made a face. He said, “I don’t want that. I like it bottled.”

  “Why are you so choosy? This is still water!”

  “Are you complaining?”

  This BrainDead Monster’s killing millions of my brain cells right now.

  I dropped down to my knees and covered my face. I pretended to be crying and pleaded at him. “Let me out please. My plants are going to die if you don’t let me out,”

  “I don’t care about your plants. I want you here. I need a slave.”

  S-L-A-V-E. Me as a slave? You’ve got to be kidding me, right?

  “How dare you! If I remember correctly, I applied to be your tutor, and not your effing slave.”

  He knelt down at my level and stared at me. He’s beautiful and I’m melting into river. He frowned. “You’re not even crying! You’re making a fool out of me,”

  When I was about to fight back, he hushed me and said, “You know what? I like it when you complain,”

  His words could’ve sent my heart to Mars that moment, but I saw something even greater than that – the door is open.

  I see the light!

  “Whatever bro,” I stood up and stuck my tongue out at him. I spilled water over him and ran for my life. He’s running after me, and I’m laughing my heart out.

  Then he took off his wet shirt.

  Shocked, I stopped running. My eyes travelled from his collarbones down to his abs. My eyebrows rose up. Geez, they’re perfect how did he manage to get those?

  “Hail Mary, full of grace…” I prayed and prayed until a fist landed on top of my head. I broke away from my stare at his treasure abs. Irritated, I kicked his leg.

  He had put his shirt on when Fred and Klein came. Fred was all-hyped up when he came up to me. I glared at him. It’s so unusual of him to approach me like that so I asked him why. He asked me about my friend whose hair was curly.

  Oh my, I think it was Mean Ramirez whom he’s talking about.

  I smirked at him when an evil idea popped into my head. Crazy little me.

  “I’ll give you her name in one condition,” I said, my cutter ready. “I’ll give you 100 commands to do. If you finished them all, her name is yours. We’ll call this ‘The 100-Commands Contract.’ Agreed?”

  I know who Fred is, and I’m not going to give my friend away just like that. He has to work hard for something he wants. Nothing can be obtained the easy way.

  “FINE! I agree. But just so you know Tal, this won’t change anything between the two of us. I still think you’re stupid.”

  “Tal? You called me Tal? What’s that supposed to mean?” I wasn’t looking at Fred when I asked. Klein said, “Tal. Talampakan.”

  Blast it. I ran after Fred’s life with a cutter in my hand.

  You are so dead to me!